I hear your words my friend,
Down to the very end,
But something is keeping my reply,
It's like my mouth is absolutely dry.
I can't fight the hands covering my lips,
With his large hands he grips,
Tighter the more I try,
It's more intense than meets the eye.
A familiar grip around the neck,
It makes me into this obvious wreck.
Please don't judge me,
I beg you not to flee,
My voice is trying to be set free.
Social Anxiety has sealed my voice for most of my life. It's a struggle. Many who don't understand tell you to just stop or get over it. It's not that simple. I've tried. As you speak your mind goes completely blank, like 'who am i?" blank. Your stomach twist, adrenaline falls down your body, your mouth goes dry then a tightening grip swells your throat. I wrote this poem as a way to express what it feels like. Explaining this issue can be hard at times.
Thank you for reading :)
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My Poetry Book
PoetryThis is where I'll be storing my personal poems. I wrote every single one of these. I kindly ask for no one to steal these, I genuinely put my heart into my writing. A lot of these are kind of deep and/or sad so reader beware.
